What's going on?
It's 6:33 and I'm outside listening to "Battle Born" by Five Finger Death Punch.
© Prospect Park
Why am I so far behind schedule and why am I listening to such a depressing song so early in the morning?
Because sometimes I just feel...
melancholy.
Sometimes I second guess every little thing I do. Sometimes I feel guilty and unconfident. Afraid to be myself. I want to blame other people, but if it's words dragging me down, then who else can I blame but me?
I'm not too fond of writing this here. I mean, I don't mind suffering publicly in case I potentially show someone else they're not alone. But it just doesn't look good. This blog used to be the written equivalent of a Teletubbies episode.
It was happy and optimistic and you never knew when some
random insanity would come down the pipeline.
© BBC
Now it feels like it's a fucking rant journal or a literal diary. Which is the very thing that it's not supposed to be. I don't know what the fuck to say...
But you know what?
The lyrics for any non-metal enthusiast who still wants to get the message...
© Nuvi Records
Peace the flying fuck out...
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